What can I be? (Solangelo)

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Nico did it. The camps did it. Gaea is asleep again. The world's been saved. He slices through the last of the centaur beasts, panting as he cuts the last ones head off. He leaned forward, his sword in the ground, slowly looking around to survey the damage done.

Death. It's the overwhelming feeling of death. Nico can feel it's coldness and sadness sleeping into his very core. Monsters and demigods alike died today at overwhelming rates and it's hard for him to handle emotionally. So much death.

His hand clutches at his chest as he pants some, slowly straightening up again. He suddenly drops his sword and clutches at his head, letting out a scream of pain as something loud echos in his head.

If I'm going to sleep I'm going to take one of you with me. Come join me son of Hades. My husband wishes to see you again.

Sinister laughter fills his head as Nico just screams in pain. Memories of Tartarus flash through his head. The world starts spinning as he looks around desperately for help, his hands falling from his head. Blood drips from his nose, but he doesn't notice. He takes a step forward and falls, his leg feeling as if it didn't exist anymore. Words call out to him, but he can't understand what they're saying. Blurry forms move towards him, but he knows it's too late.
"I'm sorry."

Blackness.